Tifa ran her hands up and down her body in shock -- she didn't believe it. She was huge. She jumped up out of bed, noting the new jiggle, and found her way to a full length mirror. There, the damage from her pudding binge was plain.
Her breasts had grown considerably, pushing out her bra, and creeping out from under it. Her new tits were only 2/3 covered by the old bra. They were also causing the stitching on her shirt to buckle. She now had a belly too, which seemed to be just draped over her former six-pack, and oozed over her waistband. It looked like she swallowed a basketball, to be truthful. It was still taught from all that food she ate, but was for sure very soft. Her skirt, oh god. She had actually burst the seams on the skirt, the only thing keeping it up was her belt, which was cinching her quite painfully. Tifa struggled to remove the belt from being wedged in her massive girth, but finally her stomach fell forward. She held her belly with her hands, and slowly carressed it. She felt like she had a child, but the only offspring was more of her. A fatter Tifa. A sexier Tifa, a Tifa that Tifa liked better.
Her ass was an ass beyond all ass. She always had a bubble butt, but this thing was huge. If you couldn't see the soft jiggling flesh right before you, you'd think she was holding a watermelon to her hindquarters. It was mammoth. Her panties had held during the great expansion, but just barely. They were starting to give her a permenent wedgie. Her meaty thighs were now more than just meat, full of celuite and jiggling like mad. She was 180lbs, and she was hot. She thinks to herself...
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